[words: Barthold, music: Barthold, Selin]



Marking this body of infancy 

Wounds - smiling my way 

Again emotions fail to exist 

The anguish of existence calls us all 



The world is sick 

and life is the disease 

Feverish we breed 



See the willow that embodies my weeping 

And so the weeping calls us all 



The world is sick 



And life is the disease 

Feverish we breed 



The loneliness feeds my resentment 

I remain dead